No, shut up. You don't get to speak yet. You... You don't get to play with our lives, pick us up and drop us wherever you wish and then tell us we should be grateful for your gifts. How dare you! Did you not listen to a word I said? We can never see the people we love again. We are trapped here, trapped with your hell of an afterlife, before we had... We at least had hope, hope of freedom and peace and reunion, what do we have here? You've thrown us into war and suffering and isolation from all we had and tell us to be happy for it. You act like a victim, 'I have not done anything to your kind' indeed, and showing me those scars... Are you trying to make me pity you? On this night, when we're grieving for so much...